Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 06:03:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan Thompson <brymant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Primed at the Pump - Chapter 3

The owner - Jack! He must have come back sooner than Matt expected.  I'd
never seen anyone so angry.  Lying on top of Matt, I couldn't think of
anything to do. I didn't know if I was more embarrassed or afraid or
frustrated at having my dream fuck session interrupted.  Before I could
grasp the situation and form a plan, I felt Jack's foot on my ass.  "Get
the hell up you big homo!" He grabbed hold of me roughly and pulled me to
my feet.  I heard Matt groans as my dick pushed into him and then popped
out of him.  Before I knew what he was doing, Jack roughly pulled my
hands behind my back and began tying them together with a bungee cord or
something.  He muttered, "Let's just get you two secured until I can get
the cops out here." What the hell?  Calling the cops over this? Now I was
really about to freak out.  Surely Matt would get us out of this somehow,
but to my surprise, he stood still as Jack also bound his hands behind
him.

The three of us stood inches apart in the crowded bathroom.  Matt and I
both sweating, breathing hard, naked, and sporting erections that were
rapidly disappearing with fear.  "What the hell were you thinking you
damn fool?  I give you a job, I trust you with my station, my cash
register?  For starters you're fired and YOU'RE getting turned in to the
cops" he said turning his gaze at me.  I found my voice.  "What's the big
deal?  We're two consenting adults, what wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that?!  What you fairies do is illegal in this state
and most others.  You've defiled my gas station, what if some customer
had walked in here?  What if some kid had?  You are not allowed to commit
homosexual acts in public you moron!"  The veins were popping out in his
neck as he screamed inches from my face.

"I've got to think of what to do next," the gas station owner muttered to
himself.  I glanced over at Matt trying to get some idea of what we
should do next and to goad him into getting us out of this.  "Uh, Jack,
man, I'm sorry it won't happen again, why don't you just let us..." but
before he could finish, Jack bent over, picked up my briefs from the
floor and stuffed them into Matt's mouth.  "Shut the fuck up you big
faggot!  Give me time to think!"

This had to be the most awkward moment of my life as the three of us
stood together in the hot stuffy restroom.  I'd never wanted to have
clothes on so badly in my life.  Jack looked at both of us, surveying our
naked forms.  After quite a few agonizing seconds ticked by, he took me
by complete surprise when he grabbed us both by our cocks and pulled us,
naked out into the parking lot.  "C'mon - I'm taking you into the garage
- I'm not standing in that tiny room with two faggots!" And he pulled us
roughly along, using our cocks as leashes.  Once inside the car repair
bays, he first took hold of my bound hands and stretched them up to some
kind of overhead bar and secured them there, then he did the same with
Matt so that we were a few inches apart with our arms secured over our
heads.

Jack seemed to relax a bit and walked over and sat down in a chair and
stared at us.  "I always thought you were a little light in the loafers
kid, but I never thought I'd see this!  So you actually take it up the
ass from other men?  I've heard of it, but never thought I'd live to see
it."  He reached over and grabbed an open can of beer and took a few
gulps and wiped the sweat from his brow.  All the while he didn't seem to
take his gaze away from our genitals which by now hung limply in front of
us.  I kept looking at Matt's eyes for some clue as to if and how we were
going to get out of this.  At least he still hadn't called the police.
Maybe he'd cool down and come to his senses.

After several quiet minutes had passed, I finally spoke.  "Uh, sir, I'm
very sorry about what happened here today.  But no one was hurt. None of
your customers saw us.  Couldn't we work something else out that wouldn't
involve the police?  Why don't you just untie us and we'll work this out
ourselves?"

"Well, city boy - you big homo, I'm working on a plan, well, actually a
choice for you to make.  The way I see it, we can do one of three
things.  First, I call the sheriff out here and let him deal with you, he
can haul your naked asses down to the jailhouse.  Second, I fire faggot
number one and faggot number two hands me over the keys and pink slip for
that fancy red convertible, walk along your way, and I'll forget the
whole thing ever happened."  He paused... "You like either of those
solutions?"

What the hell?!! Extortion!  This hick is trying to get my car?  Insane!
I'm supposed to start walking in the middle of the dessert!  All of my
most valued possessions were in the car.  But then, there was no way I
could handle having a criminal record for public lewd behavior  - or
worse.  I had to hope that Option 3 was something I could bear because
there was no way I could pick one of the first two.  Finally Jack
drawled...

"Or Third...I leave you tied up and have some fun with you this
afternoon, or however long I want."

What did he have in mind?  Was he going to hurt us? My eyes, filled with
terror, turned to Matt. I mouthed "Three?" to him, and he reluctantly
nodded, as we heard Jack's voice again.  "You know I read once that
you've never really had a blow job till you've had one from a
faggot.  It said that homo's are WAY better at it than women.  I'm
thinkin' for starters I ought to do a little research of my own!"  And he
stood up, staring into my eyes and began to undo his pants...

To be continued